DIY Poetry

A Tragically Flawed Limerick

He had a wonderful lover.

Alas, she loved another.

When he spilled his guts, she called him nuts,

Crying,"Oedipus, I am your mother!"

Lost Things

I lost my keys.

I looked for them under the couch cushions

And In the dog’s bed,

But I never found them.

I borrowed my mom’s car for the day.

I was still late for work.

My friends said, “That sucks,

But at least you were able to make it.”

Their heads nodded sympathetically.

I ripped a hole in my favorite sweater.

It was my most cozy autumn sweater,

And it was the sweater that I wore

The night I met my husband.

It is made of wool and lingering kisses

And passionate embraces.

My friends said, “That sucks,

But you can always buy a new sweater.”

Their heads nodded sympathetically.

I lost our baby.

It was our first,

And we were so excited.

I was certain it would be a boy,

But we just wanted a healthy baby.

My heart broke when I saw the blood.

I told my friends, “That sucks,

But at least I can get pregnant.

We can try again soon.”

Their heads nodded sympathetically.